<<“As a kid I dreamed about cars,” he said. “The business has changed and the cars have changed, and it’s been fun to be part of that.” But he said he saw more trouble ahead. “At this point, I see no light at the end of the tunnel,” he said, closing his eyes for a moment to think. “I only see it getting worse. Any bailout to Detroit will take a while to get to Main Street.”>> A sad story.My grandfather was partner in a Ford dealership until he went bankrupt in 1936, run dry of cash by the depresseion and the opening of a bridge which bypassed traffic away from his business.I have pictures of summer picnics with all the employees that look like the good days described in this article, probably dating from the 1920s.My grandfather was originally an accountant with a bank. After the closure of the dealership he took a job as an accountant with the unemployment office --- a growth industry at the time, I suppose.He was killed in 1949 when the old car he was driving, a legacy of his dealership days, stalled when he was coming out froma stop sign and he was t-boned.Seattle Pioneer
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